Jennifer

“January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“We know so little about one another. We embrace a shadow and love a dream.”
― Hjalmar Söderberg, Doctor Glas

“For Beatrice--My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room

“Liv, jag förstår dig inte. Men jag säger inte att det är ditt fel. Jag håller det mera troligt jag är en vanartig son än att du är en ovärdig mor.”
― Hjalmar Söderberg, Doctor Glas